Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Paper flowers, like snowflakes, fluttered down from the sky, creating a dazzling yet chaotic spectacle. They danced in the air before gently falling, their weight adding a touch of lightness, leaving the people present momentarily stunned.

Xue'er stared blankly at the few remaining scraps of paper in her hand. She was stunned for a moment, then as if she had suddenly realized something, she was the first to burst out laughing.

Her clear, melodious laughter stood out starkly against the mess: "Haha, this is terrible, we're completely doomed!"

In stark contrast to Xue'er's relaxed demeanor was Zitan. She watched helplessly as she witnessed the terrible mess she had made, filled with remorse.

His arrogant and domineering demeanor from just moments ago had vanished without a trace, replaced by a face full of worry and tension.

She kept glancing left and right, a hint of hope in her eyes, silently praying that this matter could be kept from Ling Yubai.

However, as the saying goes, whatever you fear will come to you.

Just as Zitan turned her face away, she caught sight of Mofeng, who also looked dazed and at a loss.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterward, a heart-wrenching thought flashed through their minds at almost the same time—"It's all over, it's all over..."

Just as Mo Feng was racking his brains trying to figure out how to get away with it, a clear, cold, and aloof voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Why are you making such a racket here?" The voice was like a drop of cold spring water, clear and melodious yet carrying a hint of coolness, making one shiver.

Upon hearing this voice, Mo Feng's heart tightened instantly. His previously rapidly processing brain seemed to have been paused, going completely blank. He never expected Ling Yubai to suddenly appear at this moment.

Just as Mo Feng was at a loss, Zhui Feng, who was usually reckless, suddenly rushed into the pile of scattered paper scraps like a wild horse. He picked up a few scraps and, with lightning speed, handed them to Ling Yu Bai.

Shuya and Zitan, standing to the side, turned deathly pale upon seeing that the newcomer was Ling Yubai, as if they had witnessed something utterly terrifying. Almost simultaneously, their legs buckled, and they collapsed to their knees with a thud.

Only Xue'er, who had never met Ling Yubai before, stood there dumbfounded, looking completely lost and bewildered. It wasn't until Zitan reached out and pulled her forcefully that she snapped out of her daze and knelt down as well.

Ling Yubai accepted the scraps of paper from Zhui Feng with a blank expression, narrowed her eyes slightly, and examined them carefully.

Those slender fingers gently caressed the scraps of paper in their hands, as if trying to find some clues.

Zitan and Shuya, kneeling on the ground, were already in a state of great anxiety. They knew Ling Yubai's temper well and were afraid that she would punish them because of this matter.

So, without prior arrangement, the two began to shift blame onto each other, trying to pin all the fault on the other.

Zitan spoke first, pointing at Xue'er and Shuya, and said to the young master with a wronged expression, "Young master, you must see this clearly! It's really not that I wanted to tear up your letter on purpose. It was all because the two of them were pulling at me so hard just now, and I really couldn't stop them!"

Upon hearing this, Shuya suddenly realized that the letter was actually written by Ling Yubai to Gu Xiao, and not by Ling Nanchen as she had previously thought.

Thinking of this, she felt deeply remorseful, secretly blaming herself for being so foolish. Of course, she absolutely couldn't let Zitan unfairly accuse her, so she quickly retorted loudly, "Nonsense! When did I not let go? It was clearly Xue'er who held on tightly the whole time!"

However, at this moment, Xue'er was completely oblivious to the fierce argument between the two, as if the whole world consisted only of Ling Yubai's beautiful face.

Xue'er hadn't received much formal education and didn't have many fancy words to describe Ling Yubai's appearance, but she sincerely felt that Ling Yubai's face alone was absolutely worthy of Gu Xiao. It's just a pity that such a beautiful person died young.

On the other side, Ling Yubai opened the envelope with great anticipation, thinking it contained some earth-shattering secret, but instead found the letter filled with her familiar handwriting.

What surprised him even more was that the letter was wrapped in extremely precious brocade, and it was wrapped very tightly, which showed how much importance was attached to it.

These young maids were now fighting fiercely over their own notebooks.

They argued heatedly, their faces flushed, and their once neatly arranged hairpins became disheveled from the fierce pulling, showing no sign of politeness whatsoever.

You should know that he had stopped writing for many years and had not picked up a pen. Yesterday, he only wrote a few pages on a whim, but he never expected that it would cause such a crazy frenzy.

Thinking of this, Ling Yubai's originally solemn expression gradually softened, and his gaze returned to the three little maids.

Especially the young maid named Xue'er, dressed in a neat yellow outfit, was so frightened that she was stunned, staring blankly at her own face as if she had lost the ability to think.

Look at this child, he's completely terrified.

Forget it, it wasn't a big mistake, why keep harping on it?

Seeing this, Ling Yubai coughed softly twice, trying to break the awkward silence.

Then, he smiled slightly at the people in front of him and said in a gentle tone, "Alright, alright, since there's nothing else going on, you can all go back now."

Zhui Feng stared wide-eyed at Ling Yu Bai in disbelief. This was the first time he had ever heard this usually cold and aloof young master speak in such a gentle voice!

His tone was even gentler than a spring breeze, which gave Zhui Feng goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Just as Zhui Feng was pondering how to thoroughly criticize Ling Yu Bai, he suddenly saw Mo Feng, who had been like a block of wood, step forward and offer to escort them back.

Now, Zhui Feng found it even stranger, muttering to himself: Has this guy taken the wrong medicine today? Usually, he avoids trouble as much as possible.

So, Zhui Feng narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the note in Ling Yu Bai's hand, trying to see what tricks were hidden inside.

He had no idea what he was getting into, and when he looked, he almost laughed himself to death—it turned out that this was actually a "love letter" written by Ling Yubai himself yesterday! And it was just returned by that pretty young lady?

However, before Zhui Feng could even laugh out loud, the sharp-eyed and quick-handed Mo Feng rushed forward and swiftly covered Zhui Feng's mouth, afraid that he might accidentally reveal the truth.

Meanwhile, Ling Yubai heard a rustling sound behind her and turned around, looking at Mo Feng and Zhui Feng with a puzzled expression. She asked, "What are you two up to?"

Mo Feng's expression tightened, and his mind raced as he considered how to deal with the situation.

In a moment, his face turned serious, and he forced out a lie through his teeth: "Young master, Zhuifeng just said... he thinks you have exceptional insight, which is truly admirable!"

Upon hearing this, not only was Ling Yubai stunned, but even Zhui Feng was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.

You know, Zhui Feng usually goes against Ling Yu Bai quite often, when has he ever sincerely praised his master like this?

At this moment, Ling Yubai was clearly not expected to receive such praise from Zhuifeng. A blush instantly appeared on his handsome face, making him look a little embarrassed.

However, Ling Yubai quickly accepted it, assuming it was her personal charm that had won over Zhui Feng. She coughed lightly, nodded calmly, and agreed, "Well, this time he finally said something worthwhile!"

With Mo Feng's mouth tightly covered, Zhui Feng could only let out a series of muffled sobs as he protested incoherently.

Helplessly, Zhui Feng's face was already flushed red, and Ling Yu Bai didn't want to pay any attention to his shouting. Finally, she simply waved her hand and ordered, "Alright, alright, stop making a fuss! Since Zhui Feng is free anyway, let's go with Mo Feng to escort them back to their courtyard!" After saying that, she turned her wheelchair around and left without looking back.

Zhui Feng was dragged away by Mo Feng in this way.